Episode 1: “The Coffee Spill That Changed Everything”
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The afternoon sun hung heavy over Goa’s coastline, casting golden reflections across the bustling lobby of the Grand Paradise Hotel. Among the well-dressed guests and efficient staff moved Kiara Sharma, her paint-splattered jeans and messy bun marking her as distinctly out of place in the luxury establishment. The young artist clutched her portfolio tightly as she wove through the crowd, late for what could be the most important meeting of her career. Her sneakers squeaked against the polished marble as she hurried past reception, mentally rehearsing her pitch to the gallery owner while simultaneously searching for room 1204.
In her distracted state, Kiara failed to notice the tall figure stepping into her path until it was too late. The collision sent her stumbling backward, the contents of her coffee cup erupting in a dark wave across an immaculate white dress shirt. Time seemed to freeze as she looked up into a pair of dark, furious eyes set in what might have been the most perfectly sculpted face she’d ever seen. The man stood motionless, his expensive suit now ruined, his expression turning stormier by the second. The entire lobby had gone quiet, even the piano music halting as all eyes turned toward the unfolding scene.
When the man finally spoke, his voice carried a quiet danger that somehow felt more threatening than any shout. “Do you make a habit of destroying other people’s property,” he asked through clenched teeth, “or am I just particularly fortunate today?” Kiara felt her cheeks burn as she scrambled to grab napkins from a nearby table, her hands shaking slightly from both embarrassment and the intensity of his glare. She reached out to dab at the spreading stain, but he caught her wrist in a firm grip, his skin surprisingly warm against hers. “Don’t touch me,” he said softly, the words laced with quiet menace.
Something about his arrogant dismissal sparked Kiara’s temper. “Well excuse me for trying to help,” she shot back, yanking her hand free. “It was an accident, not a personal attack.” The surrounding staff gasped audibly at her tone, and Kiara suddenly realized she might have just insulted someone important. The man studied her with new interest, his dark eyes sweeping over her paint-stained clothes and unruly hair before settling on her flushed face. “Name,” he demanded abruptly. When Kiara just blinked in confusion, he clarified with icy precision, “Your name. So I know who to bill for this.” He plucked at his ruined shirt, the movement drawing Kiara’s attention to the way the fabric stretched across broad shoulders.
The absurdity of the situation struck her suddenly, and she let out an incredulous laugh. “You’re joking, right? It’s coffee, not battery acid.” The man’s jaw tightened visibly, but before he could respond, the shrill ring of Kiara’s phone cut through the tension. Her mother’s face flashed on the screen, and Kiara hesitated only a second before answering. “Ma, I’m in the middle of—” Her mother’s voice came through loud enough for half the lobby to hear, speaking rapid Hindi about how Rohan’s family had arrived at the restaurant and how this marriage alliance was too good to pass up given their three jewelry stores. Kiara’s embarrassment deepened as she mumbled quick assurances and hung up, painfully aware that the coffee-soaked stranger had heard every word.
A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. “Let me guess,” he said, his deep voice dripping with amusement. “Running from an arranged marriage?” Kiara lifted her chin defiantly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I’m meeting my… fiancé.” Something unreadable flickered in the man’s eyes at her words, there and gone before she could decipher it. Their standoff was interrupted by the arrival of a harried-looking assistant who murmured something about a Tokyo call waiting, but the man didn’t move, his attention still fixed on Kiara with unsettling intensity.
When he spoke again, his voice had dropped to a near-whisper that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. “What’s your name?” Kiara crossed her arms, refusing to be intimidated. “Why? Planning to stalk me?” To her surprise, he stepped closer instead of backing down, invading her personal space until she could smell the expensive citrus-and-wood notes of his cologne. “I always learn the name of people who owe me,” he murmured, the words brushing against her ear as he reached past her to retrieve a business card from his pocket.
Kiara stood frozen as he tucked the card into the front pocket of her jeans, his fingers lingering just a heartbeat too long against her hip. When he pulled back, his dark eyes gleamed with something that might have been amusement or challenge. “A new shirt costs $3,000,” he informed her calmly. “You can pay me back… or work it off.” Then he was striding away, leaving Kiara standing in the middle of the lobby with a racing heart and a business card burning a hole in her pocket.
It wasn’t until he’d disappeared into an elevator that Kiara finally looked at the card. The blood drained from her face as she read the embossed lettering: Aarav Malhotra, CEO, Malhotra Group. The name hit her like a physical blow – Malhotra Group, the company that had systematically destroyed her father’s business, the reason her family had lost everything. Her hands trembled as her phone buzzed again with another text from Rohan, demanding to know where she was. Kiara stared at the elevator doors that had swallowed Aarav Malhotra, then down at the text, a slow, determined smile curving her lips as an idea took shape.
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Kiara storms into the sleek high-rise offices of Malhotra Group the next morning, slamming the coffee-stained business card on Aarav’s polished desk. “I choose option two,” she declares, meeting his surprised gaze head-on. “Let’s see exactly how much I’m worth to you.” Aarav leans back in his chair, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face as he steeples his fingers. “Oh, Ms. Sharma,” he purrs, his dark eyes gleaming with predatory interest, “you have absolutely no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into.”
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